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Sneak Peek: Royally Matched by Emma Chase

1/31/2017

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                                               Sarah

    Henry leans back against the door, watching me. His eyes shine with an intense, almost dangerous light. Everything about him is tight and coiled—his jaw, his shoulders, his clenched hands.
    A shiver ripples under my skin as he stalks forward, like a jaguar or lion—all smooth grace and lethal power. He grips the back of his shirt as he goes, sliding it up and off, revealing the tight, sinewy muscles of his arms and abdomen. Lounge pants hang low on his hips, displaying a dusting of golden hair that trails a path beneath the waistband. And the image of rubbing my cheek, my lips against that hair springs up in my mind. Will it be soft? Wiry? Would Henry moan if I blew on it or would he grip my hair and move my mouth to more interesting places? 
When he reaches the bed, he wraps his hand around my ankle and jerks me down to the edge. "I've been thinking about this all day." 
It’s only when I speak, that I realize I’m breathless. "About what?" 
And the man who will be my King, sinks to his knees before me. 
"About tasting you. I'm going to lick you until my tongue gives out. Any objections?"
Oh God… 
His lips slide into an adorably crooked half-smile. “Speechless, love? Was it something I said?”
His hands slide up my skirt, grasping my panties and skimming them off my hips and down my legs. His movements sure and confident. 
Then he looks at the beige, silk material in his hand, almost curiously. “How do you do that? Make something so plain into something so hot I could come in just two pumps?”
Then he presses my panties to his face and inhales—his eyes sliding blissfully closed.
Oh my God… 
He doesn’t remove my skirt, but pushes it up to my waist—exposing me to the cool air and his simmering gaze. My heartbeat pounds in my ears, not swift and erratic, but in a deep, hard, steady rhythm.
Henry kisses my calf muscle, then behind my knee. “I need your words sweet Sarah. Do you want me to lick you?”
“Yes.” I whisper so softly I can barely hear myself.
“Say it. Say, put your mouth on me Henry. Taste me, kiss me, fuck me with your tongue.”
I’m going to die. He’s going to kill me with words and excitement and need.
“Yes, all of it.” I swallow and try to give him what he wants. “Taste me, Henry. Fuck me w—”
I don’t finish—because with a deep groan, he’s on me. Mouth sucking and licking, hungry—starving. And it’s amazing. Dizzyingly divine. My skin feels electrified and warm, wet pulsing pleasure pumps in my veins. I let my head drop back to the bed because I can’t hold it up anymore and my legs spread wider, hips writhing. Wanting him, wanting this, wanting to let him do anything and everything just so long as he never stops touching me. 
“It’s so good…so good…Henry.”
My words are incoherent like my thoughts and I don’t really know what I’m saying. 
He cups my bottom and holds me up to his mouth. I feel his teeth against my soft lips, his tongue lapping up and down, tracing firm circles around my clitoris again and again.
But then he shifts his mouth, nibbling the tender skin of my upper thigh.  “Give me your hands.” Henry says, his breath hot against me.
I lift my arms and offer my hands. He puts them right where he wants them—between my legs, fingers holding me open to him, my thumbs at my cleft, exposing my most sensitive flesh. 
“Stay just like that.” Henry rasps. “Fuck, look at you.” He licks me with the very tip of his tongue. “Such a pretty, pink, tight pussy.”
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod....
“You like those words, don’t you?” His finger drags across my slick opening, slowly circling and circling. “They make you wet.”
“It’s so…dirty.” I pant, but I don’t feel at all embarrassed. 
“That’s why it’s fun.” He presses a kiss to my clit and I moan so loud. “Because you’re so fucking sweet.”
Then Henry lifts his eyes to mine. “Now, Sarah…watch.”

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MORE About Royally Matched

Some men are born responsible, some men have responsibility thrust upon them. Henry Charles Albert Edgar Pembrook, Prince of Wessco, just got the motherlode of all responsibility dumped in his regal lap.
He’s not handling it well.
Hoping to force her grandson to rise to the occasion, Queen Lenora goes on a much-needed safari holiday—and when the Queen’s away, the Prince will play. After a chance meeting with an American television producer, Henry finally makes a decision all on his own:
Welcome to Matched: Royal Edition. 
A reality TV dating game show featuring twenty of the world's most beautiful blue bloods gathered in the same castle. Only one will win the diamond tiara, only one will capture the handsome prince’s heart.
While Henry revels in the sexy, raunchy antics of the contestants as they fight, literally, for his affection, it’s the quiet, bespectacled girl in the corner—with the voice of an angel and a body that would tempt a saint—who catches his eye.
The more Henry gets to know Sarah Mirabelle Zinnia Von Titebottum, the more enamored he becomes of her simple beauty, her strength, her kind spirit…and her naughty sense of humor.
But Rome wasn’t built in a day—and irresponsible royals aren’t reformed overnight. 
As he endeavors to right his wrongs, old words take on whole new meanings for the dashing Prince. Words like, Duty, Honor and most of all—Love.

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Emma Chase is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the hot and hilarious Tangled series and The Legal Briefs series. Emma lives in New Jersey with her husband, two children and two naughty (but really cute) dogs. She has a long-standing love/hate relationship with caffeine.

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Sneak Peek: ROYALLY SCREWED by Emma Chase

9/30/2016

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Royally Screwed, a romantic comedy standalone by New York Times bestselling author Emma Chase, released on October 18th!  We had the pleasure of reading an advance copy and Emma Chase consistently solidifies herself as our go-to author for a cocky and deliciously entertaining male point of view balanced by a strong and feisty heroine. A sexy and endearingly romantic must click and confidently a 2016 TRSoR Top Recommendation.

Sizzling Sneak Peek of Royally Screwed

Olivia and I stumble through the revolving door into the lobby of the Plaza holding hands, stealing quick kisses, giggling like two randy teenagers ditching class for a quickie in the broom closet. Lying with her on the blanket throughout the afternoon, kissing her long and slow, without a care who was watching—because no one was—has made me desperate for her.
And hard. Christ, so hard.
So if heads turn our way or camera phones come out, I don’t give a single shit. All I care about is my cock pressing against the confines of my jeans, thick and hot and aching.
Anticipation. Has there ever been a sweeter word? I’ve never had to wait—not really—not for this. I had no idea the buildup, hours of sizzling, teasing delayed gratification, could be such a heady aphrodisiac. My blood rushes and Olivia’s eyes sparkle—with lust and playfulness and hunger. We make it into the lift and the moment the doors slide closed behind us, I pick her up into my arms, press her against the wall and ravage her mouth—tasting deeper than I was able to before. She moans around my tongue as I grind against her, relishing the pressure that won’t bring any relief. But it’s fine—thrilling even—because I know soon she’ll be naked and spread out on my bed and I’ll be able to drive into her tightness again and again, until we’re both worn out.
Or we break the damn bed—whichever comes first.
As the lift rises, I lean back and look down, watching my denim-clad crotch thrust deliberately against her heated center. My cock slides exquisitely right there—against her soft, sweet flesh concealed beneath the thin fabric of her black cotton leggings. But I can feel it.
And it feels sublime.
With her fingernails biting into the back of my neck, Olivia pulls herself up, lips to my jaw, teeth scraping my stubble. “I want you to fuck me everywhere, Nicholas,” she pants. “Come everywhere. Between my legs, on my chest, my mouth, down my throat…oh, oh it’ll be so good. Everywhere, Nicholas.”
“Fuck, yes,” I hiss, feeling crazier with each word.

Note to self—cheap beer makes Olivia wild. Stock up on the stuff.
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Royally Screwed Synopsis and Purchase Button

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Nicholas Arthur Frederick Edward Pembrook, Crowned Prince of Wessco, aka “His Royal Hotness”, is wickedly charming, devastatingly handsome, and unabashedly arrogant—hard not to be when people are constantly bowing down to you.
 
Then, one snowy night in Manhattan, the prince meets a dark haired beauty who doesn’t bow down. Instead, she throws a pie in his face.
 
Nicholas wants to find out if she tastes as good as her pie, and this heir apparent is used to getting what he wants.
 
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Dating a prince isn’t what waitress Olivia Hammond ever imagined it would be.
 
There’s a disapproving queen, a wildly inappropriate spare heir, relentless paparazzi, and brutal public scrutiny. While they’ve traded in horse drawn carriages for Rolls Royces and haven’t chopped anyone’s head off lately—the royals are far from accepting of this commoner.
 
But to Olivia—Nicholas is worth it.
 
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Nicholas grew up with the whole world watching, and now Marriage Watch is in full force. In the end, Nicholas has to decide who he is, but more importantly, who he wants to be: a King... or the man who gets to love Olivia forever.

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Author Bio: Meet Emma Chase

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Emma Chase is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the hot and hilarious Tangled series and The Legal Briefs series. Emma lives in New Jersey with her husband, two children and two naughty (but really cute) dogs. She has a long-standing love/hate relationship with caffeine.


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Exclusive Excerpt: Sustained by Emma Chase

8/20/2015

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We're thrilled to share an exclusive excerpt from Sustained by New York Times bestselling author Emma Chase. Get a sneak peek and meet Jake & Chelsea! We had the pleasure of reading an advance copy and if you're a huge Drew Evans fan like we are then this is a must click because Jake Becker gives Drew a run for his money. ;) Sexy, funny, naughty and so damn cocky. Read the excerpt and you will see what we mean! Click here to pre-order now for the August 25th release!
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Excerpt: Meet Jake and Chelsea

Chelsea’s skin radiates the flushed, cheery glow of alcohol. Her eyes are hooded and happy but shield her thoughts, making her harder to read than usual. She leans back in her chair, regarding me, running her finger around the rim of her glass. “So if you started out as such a troubled youth, how did you become”-she gestures to me-“this? Successful. Honorable. Respectable.”
            I pour the last of the wine into my glass. “ ‘Respectable’ is probably pushing it a little bit…but the story goes like this: I was fifteen, running around with some real dipshits. Older guys. One night we thought it’d be brilliant to break into a sporting goods store, because that’s the kind of losers we were, only I didn’t know one of them was carrying. He ended up shooting a guard in the leg.”
            Chelsea gasps just a little.
            And my cock twitches a lot.
            “We ran out the back, right into the arms of a waiting squad car.” I shake my head at the idiot I was. “The prosecutor wanted to charge me as an adult, send me away for serious time-and he could have. I had a hot temper and a record, and aside from my mother, I thought the whole goddamn world was my enemy.”
            Chelsea leans forward, completely enthralled. “So what happened?”
            “The Honorable Atticus Faulkner happened. He was the juvenile judge on my case-a big, mean, scary son of a bitch. And he…thought he saw something worthy in me. So he kept me in juvenile court- gave me community service and probation, to be supervised by the hard-ass himself.” I chuckle. “At the time, I thought the judge was doing me a favor-going easy on me.”
            “He wasn’t?”
            “Depends on your definition of ‘easy.’ For the next few years I trimmed grass by hand with fucking garden shears. I carried boulders, scrubbed floors, reshingled the goddamn roof-real Mr. Miyagi, wax-on-wax-off kind of shit. He rode my ass-nothing was ever good enough. It made me want to do everything better, just to fucking spite the bastard. And then…he had me start doing research. Studying case law, drafting briefs, analyzing opinions-it was fascinating to me. When my probation was up, the Judge offered me a job. By then I’d gotten my head out of my ass and was actually scoring decent grades in high school. With his recommendation and a shitload of student loans, I got through college, then law school…and that’s all she wrote.”
            “I think that’s amazing,” she says softly, watching me.
            “Yeah-the Judge is a pretty amazing guy.”
            Her lips slide into a gentle smile and something like awe shines in her eyes. “I was talking about you.”
            I’m hardly ever taken off guard. Surprised. But this stunning wisp of a woman just did exactly that.
            Chelsea turns her head toward the piano music floating in from the other room. “I love this song.”
            It’s a Van Morrison cover-“Crazy Love.”
            I toss my napkin on the table and move to stand next to her, holding out my hand. “Would you like to dance?” And I can tell I just surprised her too. The simple delight on her face when her hand slides into mine makes me want to do it again.
            We step out onto the edge of the dance floor. I wrap my arm around her lower back, holding her tight and flush against me. One of Chelsea’s hands rests on my shoulder, toying with the hair at the nape of my neck. The other is clasped in mine just over my heart. We sway, just looking at each other for a few moments.
            “I was going to ask you to dance,” she tells me. “But you don’t seem like the type who would’ve said yes.”
            “I’m not,” I answer, staring at her lush moth. “I was just using it as an excuse to be closer to you.”
            She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love.
            She sighs, practically sinks into my arms. Chelsea’s head fits against my chest like she was made to be there. My chin rests against her hair, and I smell clean and sweet vanilla.
            “Hey, Jake?”
            “Yeah?”
            Chelsea lifts her head from my chest. “You don’t need an excuse.”
            I lower my head at the same moment she reaches up for me. And her lips-fuck-they’re warms, soft, and move with such innocent daring, I’m practically trembling. Was it just last night that I first kissed her? It seems longer ago. I cup her cheek, stroking her skin with my thumb, kissing deeper, tasting wine and the moan I’ve been obsessing over all night.
            And the absolute craziest part of it all? I haven’t gotten laid in three goddamn weeks, but if this is all we do-kissing, with her against me, my arms around her-I’ll be grinning in the morning like a guy who banged a whole sorority house full of cheerleaders.
            I’m hoping for more. I want everything-all the secret, sweetest parts of her-but if this is all I get to have tonight? It’s enough.
            She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love…



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Emma Chase, New York Times bestselling author of the Tangled series, returns with a brand new funny, romantic, sexy story!

A knight in tarnished armor is still a knight.

When you’re a defense attorney in Washington, DC, you see firsthand how hard life can be, and that sometimes the only way to survive is to be harder. I, Jake Becker, have a reputation for being cold, callous, and intimidating—and that suits me just fine. In fact, it’s necessary when I’m breaking down a witness on the stand.

Complications don’t work for me—I’m a “need-to-know” type of man. If you’re my client, tell me the basic facts. If you’re my date, stick to what will turn you on. I’m not a therapist or Prince Charming—and I don’t pretend to be.

Then Chelsea McQuaid and her six orphaned nieces and nephews came along and complicated the ever-loving hell out of my life. Now I’m going to Mommy and Me classes, One Direction concerts, the emergency room, and arguing cases in the principal’s office.

Chelsea’s too sweet, too innocent, and too gorgeous for her own good. She tries to be tough, but she’s not. She needs someone to help her, defend her…and the kids.

And that—that, I know how to do.

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